Has it always been like this?
Necks laid bare to naked blade
Something for some
Nothing for others
Downtrodden children
Don't recognize their own parents
In this half-light, half-hunger, half-mad
Has it always been like this?
Wistfully wishing for something no longer there
I remember to forget to remember again
That voice
That crescent moon
An instant of locked glances
How do you time time?
How do you measure measuring?
By a life on the cusp of a moment?
By a kiss on the brink of creation?
It is impossible to unsee the unseeable
I've tried
I have no answers
She took even what I don't have from me
Stole my debts and left me madness
Now I think
I've never had less
And been richer
Until I forget to remember to forget again
It has always been like this
